Clary

Beep! Beep! Beep! I groaned, rolled over, and hit my alarm. I walked over to my closet, and picked out a pair of black skinny jeans, a light blue tank top, a black leather jacket, and a pair of black converses.

As I'm changing out of my pajamas, I see the scars on my stomach, sides, and legs, and arms. I quickly put on my outfit for today to cover them up. I straighten my hair and put it in a high ponytail. I walk down the stairs to the kitchen, and I see my mom standing at the stove, cooking pancakes. The smell of bacon hits me soon after.

"Bacon's on the table." She says, without turning around.

"Thanks mom!" I smile and walk over to the dining room. I see Jonathon, my older brother, and smile. I fill my plate with three pancakes, and seven pieces of bacon.

"How can you possibly eat that much and be that skinny? I have to work really, really hard to stay this skinny and I'm still fatter than you!" Jon says. I just stick my tongue out in response. I finish my breakfast and grab my backpack.

"I'm gonna go to school now mom. I want to get there early so I can get my schedule." I'm starting the same school as Jon this year, and I'm starting late. It's already November.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna go too, so I can practice my soccer. We have a game Thursday."

"Alright. I'll see you two tonight."

"Bye mom!" Jon and I say at the same time.

_PAGEEEE BREAKKKK_

"This is going to be a long walk." I sigh.

"You can ride with me," Jon says, "Just don't hurt my car in anyway possible." He drives a convertible and acts like it's his baby. I roll my eyes.

"I promise I won't."

"Okay."

_PAGEEEE BREAKKKK AGAINNN_

We make it to school (barely) and I look at the building I'm sitting in front of. It's a large building, and it just looks like a school.

I walk in the main doors into what I would guess is the office.

"Hi! I'm Clary and I'm new here."

"Oh Clary...? What is your last name miss?" The lady behind the desk asks. Her brown eyes hide behind thick glasses and her face is caked in make-up.

"Morgenstern- I mean Fray." I cringe at my old last name. My last name before I left... them. I push the two out of my head.

"Oh... Ms. Fray, here's your schedule, and your locker is locker 321. Your combination is 43-1-33. I hope you have a good day!"

I walk out of the office, looking at my schedule as I run into a something. Well, more of a someone. I look up, startled, and see black hair in my face.

"Sorry," I mumble. The hair is connected to a face with lot's of make-up, but not too much where it's ugly. She wears a tight black T-shirt with short white shorts. Black heels clack against the ground as she struggles to stand.

"It's okay, I should have been watching where I was going." She looks at me, and a confused look crawls onto her face.

"Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before..." She trails on.

"Ya, todays my first day. I'm Clary Fray."

"Jonathon's little sister? He didn't say he had a sister...! Anyways, I'm Isabelle Lightwood. Pleasure to meet you." She holds out a hand. I see long, black finger nails.

"Yup, he's my big bro."

"I need to tell Kaelie! And Seelie! And Alec! And Jace! And Magnus! And Max! And Sebastion!" She keeps going with names, walking away. But I'm caught on the name Sebastion. An image pops into my head involuntarily. I see myself laying on the hardwood floors of my old house, my other brother, Sebastion, standing over me with one of father's belts. The image dies as the belt comes down on me. I shudder, and think that wasn't even the worse day... I push all of the thoughts even remotely close to that out of my head.

I look closer at my schedule, and see the five core classes; math, ELA, social studies, science, and music. I sing in the choir. My two UA's (Unified Arts) are Art and Spanish.

1st hour: ELA with Mr. Robert

2nd hour: Art with Mrs. Maryse

3rd hour: Spanish with Mrs. Harnden

4th hour: Math with Ms. Rebecca

5th hour: Social studies with Mr. Starkwether

6th hour: Lunch

7th hour: Choir with Mr. Woodward

8th hour: Science with Mr. Stevens

"Hey Isabelle-"

"Call me Izzy."

"Hey Izzy, do you have any classes with me?" I show her my schedule.

"Yup! First, Fourth, Fifth, Lunch, Seventh, and Eighth. And Alec has Second and Third with you."

"Who's Alec?" I ask.

"Oh ya, he's my brother."

"Oh cool."

"Well I'm gonna go find my locker."

"What number is it?" Izzy asks.

"321."

"I had that one last year. It's on the left wing, all the way at the end. It's the last one."

"Oh, awesome! Thank you Iz. Maybe I could sit with you at lunch...?"

"Considering you have no other friends yet, sure."

"Hey Izzy!" A man with golden hair says from behind her.

"Hi Jace." She says, warily.

"Who's this you're talking to?" Jace asks, gesturing to me.

"I'm Clary. Clary Fray."

"No way! Jon never told me he had a sister!" He looks astounded.

"Ah, but he does." Jon says, walking up behind me, putting his arm on my shoulder.

"She looks nothing like you!" Izzy cries. It's true. I have strawberry shortcake hair, and he has ghost blonde hair. I have freckles, his face is clear. I have green eyes, he has brown ones. Jon looks just like Sebastion, but Sebastion had black hair that never fit him. And he's more muscular. And Sebastion has completely black eyes, not brown.

"We can all see that Iz." Jace says, and I laugh. I like guys with a sense of humor. He smirks at me. The first bell rings, and I know today is going to be interesting.